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She stands too quickly.  The scene before her distorts.  Fuzzy people walk by in a parade of hazy colors.  She leans against the wall and waits.
When her vision clears, she steps into the street.  To her left, an open air market.  To her right, an open gate. On the opposite side of the street, a man in a blue shirt.  Past the gate, she sees a road, grass and trees.
She walks toward the open road but begins encountering a thicker and thicker crowd of barely moving humanity.  The more she tries to move toward the trees, the more disapproving their faces become.  Near the gate, three large men dressed in purple are letting people out one at a time.  She watches.  They ask each person questions.  Some people they hand bags to and then wave them outside.  Other people they simply wave through.
The crowd inches forward.  Now she can hear the questions.  Now she can see more detail.  They are asking each person for a card.  She checks her pants pockets and finds nothing.  She turns and begins walking against the crowd.  Their bodies quickly surge forward into the space she had occupied.
Leaving the crowd behind, she spots the man in the blue shirt again.  He is looking at her, smiling.  She stops.
He walks over to her and offers his hand.  “My name is Thaxton and you need my help.”